I fell through a hole in the sky from one end of the world
to the next. Burning off layers
like a comet
until I hit the surface of the earth.
I awaken in a house on the edge of the Pacific
near a mango tree
with your sweet-smelling head
on my arm.
The flower might appear vulnerable
as it bends with the tradewinds
drinks in the sun
but its roots extend to hell.
It keeps thinking: beautiful.
What motivates us is mystery,
how the aloof stone desires more than anything
to be opened, shivering and wet with love.
I didn’t know how much I needed you.